The Tall Korean

It happened one fall afternoon at the Salina Fire Department’s main fire station. A Korean family wanted a tour of the fire station. I was the watchmen this particular day and tours was one of the watchman’s duties.

We started upstairs and worked our way downstairs to where the fire trucks and ambulances were parked. I started on the ambulances. I went through the compartments explaining the operations of each piece of equipment.

It was about that time that one of the group told me that I looked Korean and asked me if I was indeed Korean. I told the asker that I was German as much as I knew.

Unfortunately one of our firefighters was walking by at the time of this conversation. And from then on I was known as the “Tall Korean”.